Zuo Boxuan held his saber up to his chest and said arrogantly, "The blade in my hand is no ordinary weapon; it is the Zuo Family's heirloom, the Pure Yang Treasured Saber. It has been passed down from generation to generation since our ancestor founded our family in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. In my hands for over three hundred years, it has tasted the blood of countless people, and is imbued with a terrifying, peerless aura of slaughter. It is invincible and incomparably sharp!"
Chen Feiyu replied, "It is indeed a fine saber. What a pity—in your hands, its brilliance is nothing more than dust."
"Facing death, you still dare to run your mouth." Zuo Boxuan let out a cold snort. "Where is your weapon?"
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